[He narrows his eyes, but then Bruno has strolled past and he's left wondering. It's not actually all that unpleasant a feeling, despite the threat of Sticky Fingers looming over his head.]

Can't you just pull out my fingernails like they do in every other mobster movie?

[He shoves his hands in his pockets and falls into step with Bruno. There's only a few inches between them in height, which makes walking alongside him fairly easy.]

So, uh . . . how does a fisherman's kid go from building boats and renting them to tourists to a mob . . . guy? I mean, I know you said your mom lived in Napoli, but--